The other night, I went on a surreal journey with several women. Now, don’t get any weird ideas about that. This is probably not going to be what you expect.
The job started out as normal; I had several stops to make in order to pick up many different clients who were all apparently headed to the same destination. This destination was just an address and, right above that, someone had jotted “cat call” down. I honestly didn’t know what to expect but hey, that’s the best part of the job sometimes!
As I continued to pick up my clients, I started to notice a pretty obvious theme. First, they were all women. Second, they were all middle-aged. And third, they all seemed to have a mischievous look in their eyes, some looking excited, others nervous. Most of the ladies didn’t chat much in the limo. A few made light small talk, but most sat with their eyes out the window, tapping their hands impatiently.
I finally picked up the last lady and was excited myself to be on the way to this “cat call”. I’m thinking I’m about to see an amazing burlesque show or maybe some strange play. But what the destination actually was never would have crossed my mind.
I pulled into a parking lot that overlooked a huge field. About 30 feet ahead, I could see a couple people crowded together, along with a few boxes. The ladies in my limo immediately squealed with excitement and I could barely get the door open in time for them to go bouncing out toward the small group of people.
Curiosity got the best of me then. I played with the idea of just leaving for a coffee but instead wandered over to the now large group. I heard them before I saw them. Soft mewing… Barely audible above the sounds of delight from the group of ladies, but it was there: small heart-melting sounds. As I got up close, there they were. Probably about 25 kittens. They had now all been plopped onto the grass and the women were sitting on their knees, cross legged, crouched, however they needed to be so these adorable little creatures could reach them.
Apparently there is such a thing as animal therapy, and apparently being covered in kittens is one hell of a good way to feel better about, well, everything.
Now, you may be saying “oh, crazy cat ladies!” Well, don’t knock it till you try it. I would usually say I’m a dog person, but you can bet that on that day, I became those kittens’ Everest.